Sincerely, yours. - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When I awake the following evening, the same woman is standing before me. I am almost temped to scream at her once more. 

People really thought they understood me. They really thought they had any idea of what was going on inside of me. I truly speculated that they just thought I was trying to portray some dramatic celebrity seeking publicity and attention. That was almost the worst part, because they had no clue. 

“Hun, I’m so sorry for the other day. I know it must be hard, but I just want to help.” she tells me, taking my hand briefly in hers. I stare at her for a moment before I tear away.

“It’s not alright.” I whisper, hoping she hears me. 

“Oh. Well I see.” 

“You may leave now.” I tell her but she doesn’t move an inch. 

“Mr. Styles---may I call you Harry?” she begins. I shrug and she sighs, “Harry, I was in love with you from the moment I saw you on the X-Factor. You were always so amazing and I think, if you were to forget about the girl, we could maybe---” she stops in mid-sentence. 

I don’t bother to scream at her like I so craved to. “Get the hell out.” I tell her, calm and serenely, but inside, exploding. 

Her face grows white and she hold out her hands, quickly backing out of the room. 

Tears slip down my cheeks, until the collar of my hospital gown is dotted with spots of wet fabric. Again, my mind span and I felt incredibly in-need of a couple Advil’s to ease my headache. Why would the woman even come to the conclusion she should ask such an absurd question? She was the one who needed her mental stability questioned. 

Hours later, Zayn appeared in the doorway with a thin smile plastered on his face. 

“Hi Hazz.” he whispers, quiet enough not to wake me incase I was asleep. 

I slide myself a bit higher, trying to sit up to face him. “Hi.” I reply, trying not to show how much pain I was in. I prop a pillow behind my head and slouched into the cushy feathers that lay under the cotton casing. 

“How are you doing?” he wonders, slipping off his leather jacket and ray bans. 

“I’m…” I stop, groaning. “Good.” 

“Harry, we’re all so worried about you. The press thinks this was an act of suicide. Please don’t do anything reckless.” Zayn tells me, rubbing my curls, “we couldn’t lose our little curly head now could we?” 

I roll my eyes, the friendship me and Zayn shared was always very light and friendly. He was easy to be happy around, and quite good at listening what happiness was not an option. Zayn reminded me of my sister, Gemma. She was also a very bubbly person, whom was serious when need be. But, really, the only person I wanted at the moment was Louis. He was good at making everything seem easier than it was. 

“How’re the boys?” I ask, stretching slightly. 

“Niall’s been working on some new songs with his guitar, he doesn’t put that thing down, he’s really getting on all of our nerves.” he shoves his hands in his jean pockets and taps his foot. “Liam is…being Liam. Watching a lot of Toy Story as usual. Niall with his guitar and Liam with his Disney movies are driving me and Lou insane.” Zayn says, shaking his head. 

“What about Lou? How is he?” 

Zayn thinks for a moment, “he misses you, he tells us that every day.” Zayn saying that was relieving for some odd reason. “He took Eleanor out to the Bahamas yesterday.”

I nod, until Zayn took out his iPhone and scrolled through something that seemed endless. 

“Please don’t hurt yourself Harry. I know it’s hard. But we cant lose a brother. I know Elizabeth would want you to carry on.” he whispers, looking back up at me from his phone. 

This time, as he mentioned her name, I wasn’t filled with an undeniable anger, only a deep prick of misery. I didn’t wish Zayn would go away, for once in my life, I wanted to tell him about her. To explain the fact that she had been my everything, and will stay my everything until the day I die along with her. 

I don’t say anything, but I sure as hell am dying to. 

“I’ve got to go, please don’t do anything you’ll regret.” he murmurs, placing his sunglasses back on and carrying his jacket out the door. And just like that, he is gone. I wish he hadn’t left because the stocky nurse walks in and makes me feel about a hundred times worse. She just stands there, staring at me like I am some sort of animal. I catch her round eyes glaring at me through the thick, shapeless glasses she wore, many times. Her stare is frightening and causes shivers to climb their way up my spine. 

I close my eyes slowly and lay back in my cot. My head spins and again, my mind is cloudy. As my eyes flutter open, I realize the nurse is right beside, crouching by my face.

“You think you have it hard, little famous boy? You don’t know hard, shut up, stop screaming and waking up our patients you arrogant child. No wonder the girl killed herself to get away from you.” and she stands back up and trails out of the room without another word. I am left there, completely and utterly frozen. I begin to sob silently. I feel like I have just been slapped across the face multiple times. No wonder the girl killed herself to get away from you. The words burned. 

No wonder the girl killed herself to get away from you…

No wonder the girl killed herself to get away from you…

No wonder the girl killed herself to get away from you… 

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